tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762056687499352578.post309194363547518374..comments2024-01-29T10:40:39.135-07:00Comments on A Writer's Eyes: Our Creative DestinyKeith N Fisherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05222131826035498684noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762056687499352578.post-28634568008791735802009-12-20T21:54:09.326-07:002009-12-20T21:54:09.326-07:00What a beautiful post. I love those moments when ...What a beautiful post. I love those moments when the book seems to already be written and it speaks to me from that finished state, guiding my hand in the direction it wants me to go. <br><br>As for talents, I was sitting in church a few weeks ago when a woman with a heavenly voice sang from the pulpit. My daughter tugged on my sleeve. "Mom," she whispered. "Don't you wish you could sing like her?"<br>I replied, "If I was blessed with a voice like that, I wouldn't be a writer. And I'd rather write than sing."Bethany Wigginshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07345327120999157124noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762056687499352578.post-38976107687722924322009-12-19T15:44:17.700-07:002009-12-19T15:44:17.700-07:00I've been pondering this same thing lately. Wh...I've been pondering this same thing lately. Why do I write? Why do I feel the need to create stoires? When it's so hard and sometimes rather discouraging, why do I keep at it?<br>I think because I must. Because it makes me happy. Because it feels right.<br>It doesn't surprise me that someone so talented wit htheir words can also create such masterpieces with their hands. The bench is beautiful, Keith.<br><br>Merry Christmas!L.T. Elliothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09116571896754135896noreply@blogger.com